We are two different puzzles cut from the same die.
Your eyes pierce through my mine like a needle through veins.
Me and you have always fit like a glove
You're my addiction, my heroine, my new word for love.
You're the foundation on which this rickety old house sits above.
Full of creaking, decrepit timbers, cobwebs and dust,
It still feels like home when it's shared between us.
You warm my insides on those hard frigid nights,
You're my safety blanket I adorn on the inside.
When I feel your presence the world looks brighter than the whitest of doves.
You're my addiction,
You're my heroine.
You're my affliction,
You're my heroin.
You're my new word for love.
About the Creator
Tommy Ballard
I'm a professional writer, a poet, a digital artist and an amateur musician. In my free time, I'm often be found pondering magnets, breaking and entering random homes to steal locks of human hair, and dosing snoring sleepyheads with Zyns
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I can't begin to tell you how beautiful this is, I just submitted my first poem and I hope you will read it once it is approved, I want to write like you
Very well written. I love this so much🥺